The Kevin Spacey movie, The Ref, has a line in it about a bad Indian restaurant review of a "fun night out of fasting". My experiences with eating at the homes of many Indian friends always has me laughing over the concept, as my friends would encourage me to eat to the point of bursting at the seams, and then continue to give me copious amounts of sweetened cardamom tea with milk. After my experience at ADYA, I'm no longer laughing, and a "fun night out of fasting" is no longer as funny of a joke.
Last night, Sunday, I placed the order for $50 worth of food (which racked up quickly, as we only ordered two plates (Thali?), and one stand-alone entrée, two drinks and a water). I then proceeded back to our table. 25 minutes later, I went back asking about our meal, which I was assured was going to be right there. 10 more minutes later (35 minutes after ordering), I complained again, and was advised to wait another 5 minutes by who I later found was the owner while writing this (Shachi Mehra, according to their website). 5 minutes later (40 minutes after ordering), I returned and beckoned the owner again, and was advised that they were removing the chicken (from the tandoor). So by now, we were definitely in fasting mode, as may be tradition in Islamic countries. 2 minutes later, however, the food arrived for us to break our fast, with a hurried blame -from the owner- on a computer printer problem. No further attempts were made to appease us, or later to even see if our meals were satisfying.
Unfortunately, we were doomed to still be hungry. I had enough lamb (although very dry, I presume from waiting for another dish on a hot plate or under a lamp), and my own rice amount was skimpy. My son's chicken tikka masala came with sufficient rice, but his 4 1/2 chunks of chicken couldn't have been more than amount of meat on a modest drumstick from KFC. My son's girlfriend had enough to eat and finished her plate, a first ever in my observations of her eating habits. Naan, as I have always experienced, has been comparable thickness to pita bread, something suitable for sopping up the juices and sauces of the meal, but most of my naan was more like two razor thin layers that were hard and only suitable to use as tortilla chips.
I did mention fun. Yes, the food was amazing, flavorful, and tantalizing, with the spices, the variety, and the taste explosions of different portions. We also had fun with mocking the size of the portions, the fact that we had long size finished off our drinks for which to wash down our meal, and the amazingly blasé response from the manager. I didn't want to share with them that I spent $50 to get so little food with so many problems.
With all that is great in the Packing District, I see very little reason to return to ADYA. read more